Where Did This Bug Come From

Swarm Prince's sword blade struck down.

The seven-colored sword blade drew a gorgeous arc in the air, with a calmness that "everything is over."

The tip of the sword was aimed at Titus's chest, and at the still beating slowly Secondary Heart.

Aiming at the body that carries the blessing of Guilliman, but is now exhausted.

Titus closed his eyes, he had long believed that his destination was the battlefield.

No matter which piece of sand or ruins it is, he can fall down safely.

He has done his best!

Then, a big foot kicked over.

Those are no ordinary feet.

The foot was covered with silver-gray Power Armour, and the armor was covered with rivets and welds, as if it were cast from an entire fortress wall.

There was a layer of fine energy patterns on the bottom of the soles, like anti-slip patterns. The patterns suddenly lit up the moment the sword was kicked, and Seven-Colored Sword's sword was kicked away from the top of Titus's chest.

The sword blade brushed against the tip of Titus's nose, leaving a shallow scratch on his face. Then it flew out, spun around in the air more than ten times, and landed on the sand dozens of meters away.

That foot landed.

Then the other foot.

Then there's the whole body.

A silver-gray figure stepped out of the void, like a person walking out of an invisible door.

His height began to expand the moment he stepped out of Warp, from four meters to four and a half meters, and from four and a half meters to five meters.

Every inch of the carapace is expanding, every muscle is expanding, and every bone is making a low sound, like metal stretching.

That's not deformation, that's the stretch of the body that returns to its original form after the compressed Psionic Energy is released.

Perturabo.

Primarch of Iron Warriors.

Daemon Prince who once spent ten thousand years in prison among Eye of Terror.

Now, with the blessing of Law of Eternity from Guilliman, the blessing of Chaos in his body has been stripped away, replaced by a purer, older, and more unshakable power - Eternal Essence of Material Universe.

His bald head reflected a cold luster in the void.

Those gray eyes swept across the battlefield, across the burning ruins, across the wreckage being devoured by the swarms of insects, and finally landed on the dark green figure.

His eyebrows, those thick, railroad-rail-like eyebrows, were slightly wrinkled.

"I was just talking about how I was halfway through dusting and suddenly there was no road ahead."

His voice was not loud, but every word seemed to be pressed out of a hydraulic press, "It turns out it's you bitches."

His eyes fell on Swarm Prince, and a touch of contempt flashed in those gray eyes - undisguised, naked contempt, like looking at garbage on the roadside.

"Damn it Xenos."

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and it was a smile that said, "I have sentenced you to death." "You look even more fragile, like a chicken and a dog."

Swarm Prince looked at this silver-gray giant that suddenly appeared, looked at his gray eyes, and looked at his expression of "you are just a piece of shit in my eyes".

Its processor is running at high speed, analyzing the energy intensity, carapace thickness, muscle density, and Psionic Energy fluctuations of the being in front of it.

It comes to one conclusion - danger.

Ten times or a hundred times more dangerous than Titus.

But before its mouth could say anything, another figure stepped out of the void.

Golden armor.

Serious face.

There was no emotion in those eyes, only a stone-like calm that remained unchanged forever.

Roge·Dorn.

Primarch of Imperial Fists.

stone.

His height also began to expand the moment he stepped out of Warp, from four meters to five meters, from five meters to five meters two.

His figure is thicker than Perturabo, his shoulder armor is like two city gates, and the emblem of Imperial Fists is engraved on his breastplate, shining with golden light in the void.

His eyes swept across the battlefield, Perturabo, Titus, and finally landed on Swarm Prince.

There was no expression on his face, but the corner of his mouth - the corner of his mouth that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and even Sanguinius thought he had lost the ability to smile - was slightly raised.

It's not a laugh, it's a mockery.

A kind of "I will definitely win today" taunt.

"Looks like I'm going to win again today."

His voice was as calm as water, but every word was like pouring cold water on Perturabo's bald head, "After all, our efficiency at Imperial Fists is higher. Steel will not last longer than stone."

Perturabo veins suddenly popped out on the top of his head.

The bulging blood vessels on his bald head were clearly visible like the meandering rivers on the map.

He turned his head and stared at Dorn with his gray eyes, his eyes filled with the murderous intent of "Try saying that again."

"Damn--Roge--"

His voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, and every syllable was like a crushed stone.

But soon, his eyes moved away from Dorn.

His anger found a better target for venting - the dark green figure who was still standing on the sand, holding a broken sword in his hand and bleeding from his abdomen.

If this dog-made thing hadn't brought the insect swarm to this area, his efficiency would definitely be faster than Rogal Dorn!

His original progress is already half a node ahead. He only needs to work for three more hours to complete today's target. Then he can drink a cup of hot tea in front of Rogal Dorn and show him an "I won" smile.

Now it's all destroyed.

Perturabo strode towards Swarm Prince.

His steps were very long, covering a distance of several meters with each step.

Every step left a deep footprint burning with silver-grey flames in the sand.

He raised his right hand and spread his fingers.

The palm covered with silver-gray carapace drew an arc in the air, and then--

Shot on Swarm Prince's head!

His movements were as casual as patting a watermelon.

Swarm Prince's body was directly embedded in the ground like a nail hit by a hammer under the slap of that palm.

Sand and gravel splashed everywhere, dust flew, and the four-and-a-half-meter-tall dark green body disappeared in the splashing dust.

Then it flew out from the dust.

Like a discharged cannonball, it spun in the air countless times.

It drew a long arc and hit a pile of ruins hundreds of meters away, smashing the pile of ruins into pieces.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Perturabo took back his hand, and those gray eyes didn't even glance at the direction Swarm Prince flew out.

He turned around and looked at Titus lying on the sand, a complex emotion flashing through his gray eyes.

It's not heartache, it's not pity, it's a kind of disgust that says "Why the hell did you get yourself into such a stupid state?"

He bent down, stretched out the hand that had just patted Swarm Prince's head, grabbed the back of Titus's neck unceremoniously, and lifted him up from the sand.

The movement was very rough, like picking up a disobedient cat.

Titus's body swayed in his hands, the wound on his broken arm was still bleeding, and the hole in his chest was still smoking.